Delicious Beef Steak 09

  Qingying led Tang Zhendong to a western restaurant called Delicious Steak.

  Qingying flipped through the menu and asked Tang Zhendong, "What are you having? Let's get two beef steak sets."

  "Whatever you say."

  "Two black pepper beef steaks at a special price, cooked eight-tenths done."

  After the waiter took away the menu, Yu Qingying winked at Tang Zhendong, "Black pepper special offer, save you some money."

  Tang Zhendong burst out laughing, "Ah, right, she's good at managing the household thriftily."

  "Disgusting!" Yu Qingying's face turned redder than a flower, more bashful than grass. Even her scolding was enough to make Tang Zhendong feel refreshed from head to toe.

  A steaming hot steak was served soon, in addition to the steak, there was also a buffet, which could be taken at will. Yu Qingying first taught Tang Zhendong how to use a knife and fork, and then explained the rules of the buffet Western restaurant. Tang Zhendong started eating, a plate of noodles plus a piece of meat, quickly entered Tang Zhendong's stomach. There were many vegetables and meats in the buffet, and Tang Zhendong kept going back and forth between the buffet table and his seat.

  "Haha, Dong Ge, it's really you! I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me just now?" Wang Meng shouted loudly, and this sudden exclamation immediately attracted the angry gazes of countless petty bourgeoisie.

  Wang Meng's voice was too loud, he originally had a big throat, in prison it was like this, after coming out it was also like this. Wang Meng was the prison leader who almost went bankrupt after Tang Zhendong entered the detention center, and was also the old master of the cell.

  The two men became good friends after a fight. After Wang Meng came out, he set up a stall in the fruit wholesale market and dominated the apple market, becoming the "Apple King" of Xingfu Wholesale Market with some reputation.

  Tang Zhendong met Wang Meng a few days ago, and Wang Meng even invited Tang Zhendong to dinner. It was because of that meal that Tang Zhendong met his secret crush, Yu Qingying, whom he hadn't seen in almost nine years.

  This time, Tang Zhendong met Wang Meng again while having dinner with Yu Qingying, which cannot be said to be a coincidence.

  Wang Meng's loud voice was extremely rare in this quiet, piano-filled Western restaurant, and it could be said that he was the only one. After everyone cast him a disdainful glance, they discovered that Wang Meng had a robust physique, with a height of over 1.8 meters. In this relatively formal Western restaurant, he wore only a white vest, with a tiger pattern starting from the waist and extending to his entire back, and a tiger tail stretching all the way up to his neck.

  The majestic tiger head was hidden behind Wang Meng's rolled-up waistband.

  What a great tattoo of the descending tiger! Mixed with the black society, the personality can be arrogant, but on the body, if you want to tattoo a tiger, most people will choose the descending tiger. The descending tiger implies that I don't fight for dominance, I'm very low-key. Those who get the ascending tiger generally die earlier than those with the descending tiger!

  People like him are obviously from the underworld. Many people, upon seeing Wang Meng's appearance, immediately turned their heads away quietly, not daring to look again for fear of getting into trouble.

  "Wang Meng, how is it you? What a coincidence, truly a coincidence." Tang Zhendong couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of fate when he and Yu Qingying ran into Wang Meng again while having dinner.

  "Brother Dong, what a coincidence! I was just thinking about you yesterday and wondering where you've been. I even thought of going to look for you to have a drink together, but you haven't been to the wholesale market these past few days. I was planning on giving you a call in the next couple of days!"

  "I'm done with this job."

  "What? Brother Dong, what are you doing now? If you have nothing to do, come to me and be the boss. I'll follow you."

  When Wang Meng said this, the Western restaurant customers who wanted to watch but didn't dare to look were all stunned. This powerful big man actually called the young man in front of him, who was thinner and more gentle than him, his boss?

  This is indeed unexpected. Because Tang Zhendong, whether in terms of physique or muscle, or image, is far from this powerful and majestic figure.

  Tang Zhendong, this unremarkable young man, has a resolute face but not the slightest hint of bravery or heroism. He might just barely pass as a pretty boy, but if he were to be a leader, he would likely lack the aura of a true leader.

  Of course, these are the inner thoughts of the people around the restaurant. In front of this majestic and powerful man who even the fierce downhill tiger has to show respect to, no one dares to be presumptuous.

  "Never mind, you do your own thing, I have something to do." Tang Zhendong bluntly rejected Wang Meng for the third time since he asked him to lead him.

  "Big Brother Dong, what are you doing now?"

  Tang Zhendong glanced around at those who had perked up their ears and said in a low voice, "There are too many people here, I'll talk to you later."

  Wang Meng had a look of understanding. Wang Meng could be said to have admired Tang Zhendong the most, because Tang Zhendong was not only able to fight and had a ruthless streak, but more importantly, he was intelligent. Wang Meng had long heard that there was an old immortal in the prison who even the prison guards and warden did not dare disobey. However, he had never heard of the old immortal taking on any apprentices, yet he took Tang Zhendong as his apprentice for seven or eight years. Including the warden, everyone looked at Tang Zhendong with a mixture of confusion and admiration, unable to understand why the old immortal would take a liking to him.

  What left the deepest impression on Wang Meng's mind was Tang Zhendong's kick to his lower body, which almost made him a eunuch. However, this kick made the heroic Wang Meng admire Tang Zhendong with extreme reverence.

  Everyone heard that Tang Zhendong didn't say what he did, and they all understood. If it's a good thing, there's no need to be ashamed of saying it. It must be a bad thing. Either selling K powder or selling ecstasy pills.

  What else can the underworld do?

  "Is this Eldest Sister?" Wang Meng and Tang Zhendong walked over to Yu Qingying's side, with Wang Meng loudly shouting.

  Qing Ying felt embarrassed and lowered her head at the title, but she also felt happy and thought it was fresh and interesting.

  "Hello, sister-in-law!" Wang Meng respectfully greeted Yu Qingying with a bow, then beckoned to a scantily clad girl he had brought along, "Call her brother and sister-in-law!"

  The girl listened to Wang Meng's words and called out, "Big brother, big sister-in-law."

  "Big Brother Dong, this is my little sister Mei."

  "Alright, it's done, just like the underworld." Tang Zhendong waved his hands repeatedly. Although he knew all about the underworld from being inside, he had never thought of taking this path himself. Wang Meng's situation was indeed just like the underworld, making Tang Zhendong, who had always been a law-abiding citizen, feel quite uneasy.

  Wang Meng scratched his head and smiled.

  Tang Zhendong's words were not soft, and many people heard them. However, everyone in their hearts sneered: Hum, you're not the underworld, who is the underworld? Just looking at him, he doesn't seem like a good person.

  Tang Zhendong can only calculate fate, but cannot read minds; otherwise, he would have been able to see the words in everyone's heart.

  "Alright, let's go eat, we can chat again when we have time." Tang Zhendong waved his hand.

  "Alright, I'll catch up with Dong Ge later for a drink."